[ Her eyes widen once more once he finally requests what it is he wishes. Truth be told, she is surprised at first. He would drink from her with no qualms? Without her needing to coherse him into the act for his own good? He... desires her in such a way outside of his base instincts?

Yet again, she wishes she might be able to speak to him without the mental barriers he places on himself when acting as a knight. He has smiled at her with hunger and desire in relation to her person and her blood, and even taken her in such a manner. However... she would simply wish to know without the conjectures. ]

Are you certain? [ Of course he is, after all, he asked.

She cannot see his eyes with the lack of light to know if they are tinted red, or if he has finally started to learn how to integrate his vampiric desires. She knows the tone of voice he has when those desires are in control, but that does not seem to be the case either. No, it seems to be a very conscious decision made by her knight as her pair. As such, she should respond in kind.

Lantaa reaches for his arm and gives a gentle tug for him to sit up in bed with her. His injury has long since healed, thus this time he does not need to lay down as he eats. Once he is sitting, she moves to sit properly in front of him, nearly in the space between his legs. She rolls her sleeve up and presents her arm for him to take. ]

Unless you would rather eat from another place? [ Her neck will always be off-limits, but she is unsure if another place would be favorable.

Then, she adjusts to her side for him. Her other hand raises and drapes over his shoulders so she can brush the ends of his hair down. ]

All you ever need do is ask, Aymeric. Please... take all you need to.